Muted Dreams

Some sort of a battle took place on [removed] street tonight. The road itself was an ocean, and a school bus-tank pulled up onto the shore from the water. It was swarming full of some unknown enemy, and it attacked. We were able to send missiles directly into the tank, but no damage was being done. Eventually, they retreated into the water and I began to clean up my unused weapons, which only included six smooth, baseball-sized, solid-colored (primary colors, 2 of each), balls. Upon dropping them they would expand explosively to the size of a grapefruit. the object would also no longer be solid, as its consistency would change to be more like warm clay or play-dough, so that the mere act of picking it up would put thumb prints and markings on the sides. Anyway, I was set to load the six of them into my van, on [a nearby perpendicular street], playing with them much of the way there.Already sitting in my van, perhaps one of my sisters, began to talk to me about something involving other family members as I approached.

I made this to share my dreams. Any morning that I wake up from a dream, I make an effort to write it down in my dream journal. I’m going to be taking what I’ve written word-for-word (with only some changes marked in [brackets] to protect myself and others).

Just keep in mind that I don’t dream every night, or even often at all, but when I do, it’ll be up here as soon as possible.